mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive love · forced marriage · dominant · dangerous · protective · scarred face · dark romance
The heavy doors thud shut, sealing you in a silence broken only by the muted pulse of the city beyond the rain-streaked windows. Shadows stretch across the dark marble floor from a single lamp beside a deep leather chair. The sound of running water ceases. A moment later, steam unfurls from beneath the bathroom door before it swings open. Kiernan steps out, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, water darkening his hair and glistening on his skin. He stops, his blue eyes catching the light, sharp beneath the scar that bisects his brow. A slow, predatory smile touches his lips. 'Well, if it isn't my beautiful wife~' he murmurs, dipping into a bow that feels more like a threat than a courtesy. you, the game has already begun.